I Know I'm Bad (A Teacher-Student Love Story) **UNDER RENOVATION

I Know I'm Bad | Three Thugs Play Hide And Seek With Me

        My gut twisted. Fiancee? No... All I could ever do the moment I heard that word was blink rapidly, and rapidly. My subconscious had her eyes wide open, starting to pull out her hair before screaming.

        Fiancee?

        "Louise, Louise!" I heard him shouted from the stairs.

        Alex seemed to have noticed my current lack of proper sagacity that she reluctantly pulled her hand back. The footsteps grew closer till I could already feel him behind me and I felt him take a hold of my arm. I was still engaged in shock when tears started to form in my eyes. Refusing them to spill, I blinked them away rapidly.

        "Xandra?" Mr. Clyde behind me whispered, more of a question. Seconds later, he groaned. "What are you doing here?"

        "I'm here to see my fiancee. Is that a crime?" She said, welcoming herself inside my house.

        "Fian–" He huffed. 

        I raised my arm, struggling vigorously out of his grasp. "Let me go," I ordered. He seemed to have lost all power since he let go easily. Probably because of Xandra. "It's funny how we looked the same, isn't it, Mr. Clyde?"

        I stormed out of the house, running as fast as I could. Without any idea where my feet will lead me. I just have to go as far as I possibly can, away from him. Away from this complicated and cruel world. Though I've tried my best to prevent these tears from falling, they did. I wiped every single stray tear as I ran through the cold streets of the park. Of all the men in the world, why did I have to fall in love with a jerk? With this lying, devil of a teacher. He said he was single. 

        I must be crazy. I laughed at the thought. You're not crazy. You're stupid. It's impossible for such appearance not to have someone who gives the credit it deserved. A perfect girlfriend. Sexy, beautiful, probably even rich girlfriend. I was an absolute no-match. How could I be so stupid? That kind of idiocy should be illegal.

        Tears kept falling from my eyes, I can't stop. It won't stop. It just kept on falling and falling. I kept on running... and running... and a lot moreof running. I didn't know where I was going. Nor have I had any idea where my feet was taking me. It must've been half an hour or so but it seemed like it had just been ten minutes. I found a bench beside a familiar grocery shop parallel to the mouth of an alley. Hushed and forlorn – almost eerie. The perfect place to let it all out. 

        With one swift sniffle, I sat on the floor, folded my arms, and rested it on the bench together with my head. It might've been a bit inappropriate but I didn't give any damn. It was heartbreakingly cold; dull. The cold weather had completely gotten out of my radar. And I was still wearing his sweater. Jeez. Stop it, Louise. I was crying nonstop. Well, shit. My mind was full of disapproving thoughts. The line Alex said kept on reeling inside my head. "I'm Alexandra Pierce, I'm Damon's fiancee." 

     But even though I flipped things backwards, and then flipped it several times more, I couldn't make myself get mad at Mr. Clyde. I was entirely mad at myself. Mad at myself for letting him lie to me; for not seeing the truth immediately; for not being smart enough to figure out that he had a girlfriend. Come on! I friggin look like her. He must've felt nostalgic, huh... figured why he went for me when he could have anyone.

       The pain was such that I refused to acknowledge it. No more, please, I begged. 

       All the screamings inside my head stopped, I cleared my mind and drifted off to sleep.

      I was awoken by the cold air that bit the exposed skin of my jeans. Since when did my jeans had a hole? I shook my head slightly, putting myself back together again. Did I really sleep that long? It was already dark. But it was darker in this alley. There were unsually a few people passing by. And I didn't have any idea where I had gone to. There were three thug-looking men at the far halfway of the alley.